Twewy’s story is so incredibly anti-suicide without the topic ever being mentioned explicitly. It’s a story about a bunch of dead kids who had the most important things in their lives taken from them, who have to choose whether to return to life or ascend beyond it. The city itself is suicidal. The city is you, and the city is Joshua, and the city tries to kill you, but it can’t let go of you, and you live another week.















